"The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores Profane mistress, captor of sin Sworn to feed the ill and the weak and bring their women and men into temptation
Eliza, the whore of the night attends the sabbath, the theater of lust The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh -Diabolical intercourse profound
She who brings horror to the insane and haunts the sick and its kind Selector of innocent holy infants tempting their flesh, poisoning their mind
The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate For her and hers the bells chaim Damnation's own
Evil superior siren, moonchild domain -A sculpture for the holy to burn"
Gjennom tidelose morkne drommer I fuktig hostvind ober landstrakte vidder Mot Sorias fjellheim Kommer jeg, en fandens ridder
Glatt er runen pa det hoye fjell Gnidd vekk av regn og vind Dragende kraft av ondskap lurer Her ved trollheims muldne grind Fortumlet av dette morke byggverk Med rovet gull fra lyets pakt Brukt som spott til a senke Deres murer
Vi grunder over dette riket Sa vakkert fylt med tidelos skumring Som en stjerne i tomsindighetens juv Det bringer frem en nattlig mimring Over tanker fra en vissen tid
Drott til himmels er det reist Av tidens endelose svarte minner Stormblast ut av det sorte indre Har bergflint rullet fra mo til kneist Undring og angst samler seg i natten I morket som ruver om spiret For ingen dag kan veien hit Intet lys kan luske frem
Der sorg har beseiret alle gleder Og bygd et land pa menneskets jord Fylt med isklad prakt og heder
Master of disharmony welcome my tainted soul Take me from the hordes of the living into the blessed darkness Master of disharmony take my impure flesh Lead me into the path of temptation save me from cowardness
Save me from cowardness
Master of sin take my cursed heart Bring me where I can find salvation for I am the damned
Master of death take my pitiful life I am enslaved I shall never forget the pain
Master of sin take my cursed heart Bring me where I can find salvation for I am the danmed
Master of death take my pitiful life I am enslaved I shall never forget the pain
Soul(s) on departure six six six onward unto another existence A trip far beyond all pleasant dreams A voyage through desolation sights
Inner transformation Subconscious flight In the glance fields of fires In the distance meadows of mists Where minds being enshrouded in complete night The fading of love, life and light
Wandering an endless journey Dead within a trance Entering a lost dominion soulless and free Visiting a foreign place but yet so known Another dimension opens for me to see Heaven sure ain't made for me to be
Heaven sure ain't made for me to be
Soul(s) on arrival six six six one short step from unhallowed ground The ground of A Kingdom Come Dead spirits communion Unorthodox profane void
Gardens, temples, palaces I have seen them all In search for insanity, sanity slowly drowns - In trance
